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Heading for the airport! This driver was steady enough to get this picture. Not like last night's ride from the Old City to the hotel. That one would've rivaled any thrill ride at Six Flaggs Magic Mountain! Notice the first name: Yosef. My brand new nephew almost got that name. Notice the last name: Cohen. I almost acquired a brother-in-law with that same name!
Tel Aviv: Known as the most secure airport in the world! I had to separate my Dead Sea Mud products from the rest of my luggage. They wouldn't tell me why. I suspect that they were worried that it may contain a chemical that could interact with something else in my suitcase and explode. Or maybe they like to increase profits for the airlines. I only had one bag to check, so it didn't matter. But another in my Tour already had the max two pieces, so they had to pay $150 to Continental for the extra "luggage"! 
There were four of us flying on that Continental Flight. For me and one other, it took less than 45 minutes to empty out all our suitcases and have everything examined, X-rayed and released. While I was waiting for the other two, one of them was taken away for a body search. I figured it was because of all of us, he looked the least like a terrorist! Remember the story of Peter denying Jesus three times? I always had a problem accepting that story. Peter should've said, "Yes I know him!" Well here I am at the airport, and the body search victim is past security and at the Check-In Desk (trying to get out of his forced $150 extra luggage charge). A tour mate and I walk over and wait so that we can all go to the gate together. Then Security notices us and asks if we know the body search victim. "Well, yeah..." So they start looking at us closely, especially at my "Security Box". We decide that it may be better if we wait for our buddy at the gate! So we hurry on down the corridor. We get about 100 feet when someone stops us and says to wait because Security wants to talk to us! Security comes from where we just left with a "Good, I caught up to them" look on her face. Then she looks at our luggage, says OK, and lets us go. Whew! Later I thought that if the threat of a body search would make me run, what if the risk was crucifixion? Oh yeah, now I can understand Peter's actions! 26 hours later, I'm met at the San Diego airport. And look, there's my son Travis in his jammies making sure my "Security Package" makes it home! 
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